Chapter 10
Chapter 10
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 10
Chapter Title: Yearning Hearts and Sudden Fury
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After saying goodbye to Jun-woo in front of my house with a smile and a "See you tomorrow," I headed home.
Why had this ordinary, happy routine felt so natural back then?
After watching him go inside, the moment I stepped into my house, the emotions I'd been holding back crashed over me like a wave. I leaned my back against the door.
Placing my lightly trembling hand over my chest, I could feel my heart pounding relentlessly.
— It's really back.
Closing my eyes and slowly inhaling, Jun-woo's bright smile from just moments ago flashed vividly in my mind.
The fact that I could see that smile again.
And the fact that this miracle had happened to me filled my chest with overwhelming emotion and joy from the depths of my heart. I couldn't contain it.
— I miss you.
Even though we'd just parted.
I missed Jun-woo.
So much that I felt an impulse to lock him away somewhere so he could never leave, keeping him by my side forever.
#40 I quickly washed up and left the house.
I usually preferred taking my time in the shower, but Jun-woo was the type to rush through it...
I wanted to see him even a little sooner, so I hurried through my shower and headed out.
My destination, without a second thought: Jun-woo's house.
Beep beep beep beep—
I entered the password his mom had given me ages ago for coming and going freely, then quietly opened the door to Jun-woo's room. He wasn't there.
Still in the shower? I headed toward the bathroom and heard the sound of water pouring down.
Still washing up, huh.
...Would he get mad if I went in?
I hesitated at the door for a moment before deciding to hold off.
Instead, I tiptoed into his room. A familiar, refreshing scent welcomed me.
Guys' rooms were supposed to be messy, but Jun-woo's was always tidy whenever I visited—whether his mom cleaned it or he did it himself, I had no idea.
As I scanned the room, which I hadn't been in for so long, my eyes landed on Jun-woo's bed.
He must not have had time to make it this morning. His presence was still all over it.
— Even better.
Glancing around as if someone might be watching even though no one was there, I cautiously lay down on the bed. Jun-woo's scent enveloped me warmly.
"Snuuuff..."
It felt just like he was lying there beside me. Burying my face in the sheets, I deeply inhaled, savoring the joy—until the door creaked open.
I jolted upright and looked toward the door. There was Jun-woo, fresh out of the shower, towel-drying his wet hair as he walked in.
— He didn't see me... right?
No way he'd caught me with my face buried like that. Hiding my racing heart, I casually asked if he'd seen me. Thankfully, he hadn't—he just asked when I'd arrived.
Relief washed over me, and since that little moment had been more satisfying than expected...
I secretly fiddled with the edge of the blanket and pillow while thinking I'd have to sneak in again next time. I tucked that thought deep inside.
Looking forward to the day we'd share the bed together someday.
#41 When I asked to see the porn he'd watched last night, Jun-woo blocked me with a flustered expression.
I hate it.
I'm right here.
His hand gripped mine tightly, as if he was genuinely troubled and wouldn't let me get up.
His large, warm hand felt a bit rougher than mine, a reminder that he was a guy. As I secretly toyed with his fingertips while holding it, a small sense of satisfaction bloomed.
Part of me wanted to hold on forever and never let go, but if this kept up, I'd never delete it. I eased my grip just a little, and Jun-woo stumbled forward with a flailing "Wh-whoa!"—it looked like slow motion.
...Huh?
Squish—
The moment his large hand firmly grabbed my breast, time seemed to freeze.
In that sudden moment, a twinge of pain mixed with the intense sensation from the contact shot through my entire body like electricity.
Caught off guard by the accident, my face burned hot in an instant, and my heart raced wildly.
Lifting my head, I saw Jun-woo just as flustered, his eyes wide as he yanked his hand away.
— Ah...
I wished this moment could last just a little longer...
The spot where he'd touched me still felt hot, like his hand was still gripping me tightly—an illusion that lingered.
It was a shame, but seeing his face full of shock, embarrassment, and sincere apology made him so cute that I couldn't help but smile.
You idiot.
No need to apologize or feel awkward at all.
Everything about me is yours anyway.
Far from angry, I was honestly thrilled.
I comforted Jun-woo, who looked at me worriedly, wondering if I was mad.
When I asked how it felt for him, his dumbstruck expression as he called me crazy brought relief and happiness, a smile spreading across my lips.
It was an unexpected accident, but if we both liked it, wasn't that what mattered?
— I'm glad you liked it.
Even though it was just an accident, just for a moment.
Soon, I'll give you all of me forever, Jun-woo.
Just hold on until then...
#42 Jun-woo said he'd delete the porn if his future girlfriend hated it.
Jun-woo.
You know what you said, right?
I hope you keep that promise.
#43 After our fun time together, coming home made me miss Jun-woo already, even though we'd just been together.
Thinking that if I slept quickly, I could see him again when I woke up—even though it was early—I rushed through washing up and lay down on my soft bed, not the uncomfortable hospital one.
Alone in bed, it suddenly felt too big, a pang of loneliness rising in my heart.
I'd never thought that way before.
— It's your fault, Jun-woo.
I grumbled uselessly to the Jun-woo in my mind, but it only made the longing worse.
The warmth still lingering on my fingertips from his touch, the pleasant sound of his laughter echoing in my ears.
And... the thrilling sensation from that moment, still feeling vividly hot.
......I miss you.
The more I thought about Jun-woo, the stronger the longing grew. Deciding I couldn't let it go on like this, I pulled the blanket up over my head to force myself to sleep.
And the moment I closed my eyes.
A thought struck me.
What if all this is just a dream I'm having?
What if I'm still trapped in that hell?
The tiny sprout of anxiety in my budding heart grew from seedling to flower.
From flower to tree. Fed by those anxious thoughts, it bore fruit as terror, making my body tremble.
Ominous ideas chained together in my mind, refusing to leave. I grew more and more anxious and scared.
I wanted to call Jun-woo right then and hear his soothing voice to calm down.
But if I did, would I wake from the dream?
Would everything vanish?
God, please.
Please.
Even if it's a dream, that's fine.
If it's a dream... please don't let me wake up. Ever.
Praying over and over in my heart, I tossed and turned all night, unable to sleep.
#44 ......Ah.
Sunlight filtering into the room woke me.
I was awake, but scared to open my eyes.
Afraid that what I'd see would be the hospital room.
Taking a deep breath, I cracked my eyes open just a tiny bit... and the sight was.
Thank goodness—it was my familiar room.
...Thank you.
Thank you so much for answering my prayers...
Realizing it wasn't just a fleeting dream, the first thing I wanted was to hear Jun-woo's voice.
Forcing my heavy eyelids open and fumbling for my phone, I hit the call button for [Junoo♡] at the top of my contacts.
Riiing riing riing—
"Hello?"
Jun-woo.
Just hearing your voice right now—you have no idea how much it reassures me, how happy it makes me...
My nose stung like I might cry any second, but I held it back.
If I cried again today after yesterday, he'd panic.
I only wanted to show him my happy side.
#45 As if to make up for the anxiety from last night, I walked to school happily, side by side with Jun-woo from morning.
But Jun-woo was different from usual.
Whether because of yesterday or some other reason, I could feel his eyes flicking toward my chest... unlike normal.
...Does Jun-woo think he's being subtle?
He was trying his best to be discreet, which was admirable, but unfortunately, it was so obvious it was cute.
You idiot.
You could just stare openly.
Recalling his awkward, adorable behavior made me smile without realizing it.
Thinking about him made me miss him again already. I turned around to look at his seat, but it was empty, just a lone chair.
Where'd he go?
I texted, 'Where are you?' He replied he was at the canteen with his friends.
Tch, come with me.
I knew it was unreasonable to want him all to myself.
But... I couldn't help wanting him to be with only me.
As I sulked inwardly alone, an irritated voice suddenly came from the next row over.
"Ugh, I said no...!"
"Come on, just hang out once? I'll make it super fun, why are you being such a bitch about it."
"What? Bitch? Hey, didn't I say no? Why are you suddenly all over me calling me that...!"
A friend arguing with some guy she didn't know. Why was he pushing when she clearly said no? I looked over, and my heart sank.
Brown-dyed hair, flashy face, sleazy attitude.
I didn't know his name—no, I didn't even want to.
The type who always strutted around in groups of seven or eight punks, making noise.
Before, I'd just thought they were pathetic.
But now it was different.
The description Dad had told me about that gang matched this trash perfectly.
This scum was definitely one of them.
Rage boiled up from deep inside. I bit my lip hard.
Unable to control my emotions, I just wanted him out of sight, but whether he was stupid or clueless, the trash kept talking to her friend, grating on my nerves.
Trash like that.
— Needs to be taken out.
"...Hey."
"Ah, just once...! Huh, what? Han Seo-ah, you interested? Wanna come too?"
As I stepped closer and spoke, his leering grin made me sick.
— Disgusting.
How dare trash like you go after Jun-woo.
"Can you get the hell out of here right now?"